Three men. One room. Only one will get out alive... but then only one went in that way.

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Spike relaxed just slightly at Wesley's words, although he was still just one rude comment away from launching himself at Angel's throat.

"I don't think I'm ever going to be able to get used to the idea," Angel said. "I know you're upset about what happened, but that doesn't mean you should settle for - "

"You are such an arrogant prick, you know that?" Spike interrupted before Angel could get any further into uncomfortable territory. "I know it's hard to get new thoughts through that thick skull of yours, but one of these centuries you're going to have to face the fact that other people actually like me. Some of them even love me."

"I'm just saying he has a pattern when he's unhappy of getting involved in relationships that can't go anywhere." There was a satisfied gleam in Angel's eyes that Spike didn't like at all.

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"You don't need to defend me, pet," Spike told Wesley. "I've taken him down before, and I can again. Besides, it's getting tiring to have to use small words so he can follow along."

"Oh, would you rather talk in poems, William?" Angel asked, smirking.

"Right. That's it." Spike released Wesley's hand and started to rise from his seat. He knew that Wesley would be upset and that Angel had just been baiting him, but his temper was frayed to its limits.

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"See?" Angel said, standing up as soon as Spike began to move, his chair sliding back over the short carpet. "See? He's the one starting this! I'm willing to talk, but he's not happy unless there's violence involved!"

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"And if he believes you're not trying to push me with every sodding word he's more blinded by you than I think," Spike growled. The table stood solidly between them, but it would take almost no effort at all to get it out of the way.

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Wesley felt rather trapped -- it wasn't as if he could convince Angel to behave by threatening to leave, as staying was his only way to be sure that Angel would tell the others as he'd said he would. "Spike," he said gently, reaching out and taking the vampire's wrist, feeling the tension and strength there. "Yes, I'm perfectly aware that Angel's goading you into this, and so is he."

Angel actually had the decency to look a bit ashamed, but he crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly. "He needs to drop the superior attitude."

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"Oh, I'm sorry, am I supposed to be impressed that you treated your friends like rubbish?" Spike asked, but Wesley's hand on his wrist had dampened some of his rage, and though the words were spoken in a scathing tone he made no move to break away and launch himself at Angel.

"I don't need a lecture from someone who doesn't even know what friends are," Angel replied.

Spike turned to Wesley. "What do you want me to do? Sit here quietly while he can say whatever he likes?"